The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 210

She didn't come across as the scheming, manipulative type. And as for McNeil, there was no way a man like him could have climbed so high without sharp instincts. He wasn't a fool.

Now he wondered if he'd missed something. He needed a reasonable explanation—one that had nothing to do with Victoria.

Restless and unsettled, McNeil picked up his phone almost without thinking and dialed Victoria's number.

Victoria was still at the hospital, getting a physical therapy session from the doctor.

Marcus had been by her side the whole time.

Max, clearly worried, hovered nearby as well—fetching things for the doctor, fussing over Victoria, and generally being far more attentive than usual.

When the doctor prepared to adjust Victoria's ankle, Max couldn't help but keep repeating, "Please be gentle," as if that might somehow protect her.

Marcus found it odd. Max had never shown much concern for anyone, but with Victoria, he was a different person.

Victoria had already had an X-ray; the bone was slightly out of place.

Thankfully, Marcus had gotten her to the hospital quickly—if they'd waited any longer, it might have been the end of her dancing days.

"It's just a mild dislocation and a hairline fracture," the doctor reassured her. "Nothing as bad as you all seem to think."

Maybe it was Max's anxious, adorable face that warmed Victoria's heart. She felt a strange comfort, despite the pain.

She remembered a time before Gwyneth lived with Violet. Once, when Victoria had smashed her finger, little Gwyneth had crowded close, her face scrunched with worry, trying to blow on her injured hand and asking through tears if it hurt.

Victoria knew her daughter had truly loved her then. But now, everything had changed.

"It's just a quick adjustment," Victoria said, trying to sound brave. "It won't hurt that much. I'll get through it."